We got dressed and she once again put her panties, bra and pantyhose into her purse leaving her, once again, buck naked under her dress. The snow had ...otten to over seven inches deep and it took longer to get home as the driving was a bit treacherous. I managed to get her home on time, but I noticed, as she got out of the car, there was some blood on the car seat. So, before I got home I stopped and used some snow to wash the seat (thankfully, it was vinyl) and wiped it off with a rag from my. The look on her face was one of extreme happiness.As she again soared into the trees; I watched as the leaves, backlit by the setting sun, provided an incredible backdrop for this amazing woman. I could not believe that this experience was happening to me. An event like this was something that only happened in music videos or in the movies. It didn't happen to real people, especially to me.After the sun had set, I started a fire using the fallen branches I had collected and some pines boughs. Oo,oo,,karte huwe jhatka khane lagi mai samajh gya rubi jhar rahi thi,tabhi sardar meri patni ki chutar ko lund par kach kcha kar chap kar chikh utha””le rani mera bhiii….leeeee”maine dekha sardar apna chutar pura upar utha kar jhatka khane laga,,uff sardar karib do mint tak lagatai jhatka khata raha jab ke mai to 2-4 second me hi thanda ho jata tha,,jab tak sardar jhatka khata raha meri patni fus fusati rai””uuuuf bap re bap,bas raza bas pura bhar gya,hai alla bahar girao,,lekin sardar pura. She didn't have long to be disappointed,however -- Sophie's hand was on the top of her head, pushing her downinto the cloud of crinolines between her legs.Tabitha didn't resist and found her way into the pile of skirts. Thereshe found the sheer yellow panties, two red peonies on each hip, a lace-trimed slit in the front -- and sticking out was a delightful littleerection. The shaft wasn't much bigger than Tabitha's own, and she doveonto it, slurping it into her mouth and teasing it with her.